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- ImakuranSeasoned Member
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Tue Jul 26, 2016 11:02 pm
Artist: Mogeko Castle - Song: MaouDamashii Town 10 - Word Count:
For the most part, his antics on the moon had gone unnoticed. Well, unnoticed probably was not the best word for it. What he had done had been very much so noticed, he had just managed to remain pretty separate from any blame being thrown around in regard to the Moon's fate. There were reports that it was Azure and the Vanguard that triggered it, some reports that Shadowfall had succeeded and were complicit in the destruction, and some that simply putting so many hyper powered people on the same small orbiting piece of rock was a recipe for disaster no matter how you tried to rationalize it. There were so many more plausible reasons before "The Red Headed Prince is Kind of a Jackass" that Kamui was not receiving a whole lot of scrutiny for his actions. However, the events on the moon did send the rest of the world in to a sort of frenzy. If that could happen to the Vanguard, one of the largest bastions of goody two shoes protagonism left in this world, what was going to happen to them? It scared a lot of the similarly minded organizations to band together and that meant sharing knowledge...and Kamui did so love to travel.
This journey led him to Soul Society. It was not the first time he had been there. The Sugiurans and the Shinigami were not as close as say...the Iramasha and the Shinigami, mostly because the Sugiurans had their own pets in the Guardian Beasts and didn't really need to boss around the little soul reapers for validation, but there was still a strong bond remaining between the two from the early days of their existence in this multi-verse. The friendship had waned slightly in recent years, but the recent scare on the moon rather quickly shifted that dynamic. Now they needed each other for protection, and dimensional politics were nothing if reactionary. Kamui was here on one of those reactionary provisions as a temporary instructor, a sort of guest speaker to share battle strategies and the like. When he did arrive though, he found that they had a more...particular task in mind for him. Everyone had been invited to listen to him speak...the 11th division was required to listen.
Thus the story is brought to the present day, the diminutive red-tressed prince standing before a group of people notorious for utilizing far more brawn than brain. These weren't typically Kamui's crowd, he was a very cerebral and structured fighter and when confronted with a problem, he will poke in many different places until the problem gives way. Instead, he was faced with a group of people who would much rather keep bashing their face off the problem until it yielded. They were different, he had already accepted that fact, but it was also not his first time teaching a soldier and it was not the first time he taught one whose main descriptor was "bull headed." He might as well get the words out of the way while they were still paying enough attention to listen.
"Since we're all here, we'll get the pleasantries out of the way. I am aware that the hollow kill count for the Eleventh Division far exceeds that of the other twelve divisions. Please take a few moments to pat yourself on the back for your accomplishment. I would say you could pat each others backs, but the Eleventh Division also has the highest mortality rate out of every division, so for now we'll just count ourselves lucky that your arms are still attached."
Kamui let the umbrella that was resting on his shoulder fall to his side before jabbing it in to the ground as he casually, whistling, walked around in a small circle, dragging his umbrella through the dirt and drawing a wide circle around himself. When he had finished, Kamui had effectively drawn a three meter radius circle around himself before turning back to the crowd, tossing the weapon off to the side and outside of the circle. It wasn't necessarily intentional, but Kamui was well aware that the look on his face was bound to annoy some of them with the strange combination of carefree condescension that only his face seemed to truly be capable of. As he spoke, his words seemed to carry the same tone as his voice. They were soft, assured, and somehow still condescending as all hell.
"So that is our objective for this little gathering. We're going to focus on developing intuition. As a demonstrative exercise, we're going to play a little game. I am going to stay in this little circle you see here. If you manage to knock me out of this circle, you'll win and you'll be allowed to go home and listen to me speak no further so long as you live. Do we have any volunteers?"
Kamui knew he was never really going to fully impart his mindset on to these people, but being one dimensional had its risks. If you were only capable of one thought pattern, you were going to come up against a trial you could not handle simply through your inability to adapt. He was never going to turn them in to the cold, calculating, honestly rather sociopathic individual that he was, but even if they unwillingly were forced to adapt some of these lessons, it might inadvertently save them down the line...that and he would have fulfilled the stupid assignment the crown gave him and be back to doing literally anything else. Shinigami were so boring.